Emotions have been swelling up from the depths of the chasm hollowed out almost , aside from the small fist size heart , has darken , the dying star sending out pulsing sos , desperate for help though the call has been unanswered . Teddy sat cross-legged in the common rooms of . s . w . o . r . d . , back pressed in the lumpy grooves of the worn out sofa , neck kinked in an un-flattering angle for anyone , he however made it look like some high end photoshoot . Heavy weight had set in his forearms from the arm’s length stretch to hold the game consul away from his face , it may seem as if he is playing a mind numbing game but that is further from the truth he’s observing the last interview he did , importantly the young unruly haired man clung to his forearm . A burning of body heat of a palm size hand on his wrist as he watched further on , muted . Who ? Who are you ? kept repeating like that of a broken record in his head . Well , whoever he was Teddy would stay clear of them because he had this nagging thought that they’d be the end of him , absolutely terrifying . Not sensing the change of atmosphere in the room , til to late . ❝ What does it take for guy to get a little alone time in this hell hole ?! ❞ Dropping the device upon his chest , heavy thump of hollowness from it , flicking his wrist over the couch in annoyance of being watched and needed by all of those , trashy reality show of his own accords . Exhausting .
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